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Re: Cytibor's Creations, Ideas and Innovations

Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2012 12:48 pm
by DhAkael
Cytibor wrote:
The Madman, The Debutante, And The Prison Facility




And so it seems that the Stellar's crew has grown once again, this time adding the obviously unstable Mr. Orion to their ranks, with Gliriel T'Loak becoming ever more mysterious to the original crew. And perhaps more odious as well, for whatever it is that compels others to nearly worship her may just begin to interfere with the ship's chain of command... Oh dear. :?

http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/419742_3124398746785_1169109879_33363257_442016890_n.jpg
Note: Edited picture to show Gliriel in her "native" environment :D

Re: Cytibor's Creations, Ideas and Innovations

Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2012 3:47 pm
by taalismn
Uh-oh...Bikini armor. Somebody's going home in an urn...

Re: Cytibor's Creations, Ideas and Innovations

Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2012 9:11 pm
by DhAkael
taalismn wrote:Uh-oh...Bikini armor. Somebody's going home in an urn...

Nah... force-field belts can even make the 'Illoria's Secret' line of ballistic lengerie a decent protectant for most small-arms fire fights ;)

Re: Cytibor's Creations, Ideas and Innovations

Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2012 9:26 pm
by taalismn
DhAkael wrote:
taalismn wrote:Uh-oh...Bikini armor. Somebody's going home in an urn...

Nah... force-field belts can even make the 'Illoria's Secret' line of ballistic lengerie a decent protectant for most small-arms fire fights ;)



..And eye-lasers, for those annoying 'undress you with their eyes' lotharios....

Re: Cytibor's Creations, Ideas and Innovations

Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2012 9:34 pm
by Cytibor
Unfortunately, there won't be any Rifts tonight. One of our players is very under the weather, so we shall be putting things off until next week. Apologies.

Re: Cytibor's Creations, Ideas and Innovations

Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2012 1:16 pm
by Aramanthus
To some degree of insanity that makes prefect sense. I think that they should be sedated before taping them to the hull. Otherwise you use a lot more duct tape then necessary.

Re: Cytibor's Creations, Ideas and Innovations

Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2012 12:45 pm
by Cytibor
Talking T'Loak, Enigmatic Orion

April 1st (cont'd): Taking Gliriel aside for a drink (and joined by Mondo) Hope retired to the lounge to get some answers as to why the blonde elf had been treated like royalty. (Orion meanwhile was kept busy by the ship's acting A.I. doctor, following medical procedure.) To Hope's questions, Gliriel kept her responses brief, and possibly measured. All they managed to glean was that she was part of an influential family based on a station known as Omega, and that she was knowledgeable of the region's rules and regulations. When Hope mentioned they had hoped to mine asteroids in order to achieve financial independence, Miss T'Loak was quick to point out several problems regarding ownership and other legal matters. The matter was pushed aside when Gliriel also mentioned that perhaps the group could work for her, which was met with some displeasure, but not dismissed by the Commander as long as things were kept professional.

During their conversation, Orion had joined them, having finished with his medical and mental examination, holing up in the kitchen area to snack on some bread and water. With their attention diverted from the matter at hand, the group invited him in, as the medical report from the A.I. had stated he was undernourished, and they managed to entice him to the table (well... almost) with a bowl of fruit. Sitting cross-legged on the floor a few feet from the table, he joined the conversation (and he was civil, even, offering them hope... temporarily), though his dislike for Gliriel seemed to drip from every syllable, in normal conversation or while not-so-subtly challenging and mocking the self-assured elf. She was unphased by this, however, and instead of getting angry she kept up a constant (for lack of a better word) flirtatious attitude toward Orion. This came to a head when she stood, and brushed against him on her way to put her glass away, causing him to SPASM aside like her touch physically harmed him, though no evidence of any such thing had occurred.

Deciding it was time to split the pair up before something was broken, Hope took Gliriel to the bridge to see about setting their course to Omega (instead of the Citadel, where the reptilian fellow had advised them to go previously) to see about securing financial backing of some manner from Gliriel's family. Mondo, meanwhile, answered some of Orion's questions about Earth and the nature of magic. Reaching the Relay, Gliriel helped to guide them through, and they soon emerged in the Omega system, or more specifically the asteroid belt surrounding the Relay in said system. Piloting themselves out of it, they set a course for Omega itself, a station built into a large, mined-out asteroid. http://images.wikia.com/masseffect/imag ... ega_03.jpg

Landing, they were approached by one of the amphibian-like humanoids (which Orion referred to as a 'salarian') who began to plead with them for some manner of work, all the while trying to frisk Orion for valuables (he being without armour. Gliriel was as well, but with her manner of dress there really wasn't any way to frisk her without being noticed XD). Unfortunately for the would-be pickpocket, Orion was possibly the worst mark to pick out of the group, and his ill-conceived attempt got him only one thing; a hand gripping his face as electricity was coursed through his body, while Orion smiled that oh-so-warped smile of his in satisfaction.

Hoo... oh boy. :eek:

Re: Cytibor's Creations, Ideas and Innovations

Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2012 12:39 pm
by DhAkael
And then the latest session...
1) A "deal with the devil" possibly in the making?
2) Black-market enforcers or "Shrewed buiness women"?
3) DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

Tune in next week to see how it all turns out.

Re: Cytibor's Creations, Ideas and Innovations

Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2012 12:32 pm
by Aramanthus
I am looking forward to hearing about the next session.

Re: Cytibor's Creations, Ideas and Innovations

Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2012 2:11 pm
by Cytibor
The Pirate Queen, and Princess, of Omega


April 1st (cont'd): With a dead Salarian on their hands, the group was a little nervous as to the consequences of Orion's actions. Somewhat unsettling to them, then, was the truth; there weren't going to be any. Gliriel told them, point-blank, that the Salarian had had no business being in her private area in any case, and that such occurrences on Omega were fairly commonplace. Mondo, his knightly honour preventing him from just leaving the body, volunteered to stay behind until it was properly taken care of, while the group pressed on.
Entering the Afterlife Club [ http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4hjzHdYV ... re=related ], the group beheld Aria's 'court'; exotic dancers strategically placed about the room, a large, well-supplied bar, and plenty of booths and areas to socialize. Omega's center of business, with a secluded area raised over it at its' rear; Aria's personal lounge. Unfortunately, Gliriel was pulled away to attend to a matter (that was undisclosed to the rest of the group) and so they sat to wait. With Legion his usual quiet self, and Mondo absent, Hope was left with only Orion to talk to, though she had expressed interest in doing so before. It was... an interesting chat. [Excerpted for your enjoyment. :)]
Spoiler:
(GM_Cy): "Perhaps." *He settles at the table, across from Hope, but sits with his legs hanging over the side of the seat, so he can stand quickly. His usual body language is firmly in place; coiled and tense.* "I believe you had wanted to speak with me, as well. This may be a prudent time to do so."
(Brightlance): "I do..." *adjusts cloak so both pistol and 'slasher' are easily accesable and looks out at the social-venue*
"For a beginning, why were you trying to escape when we landed on the prison facility but then allowed your self to be placed back into your cell? Though Gliriel is a powerful Telekinetic, she is NOT the most powerful I have seen. Once she let you go you could have easily overpowered the guards again."
(GM_Cy): "I wanted to leave before my sentence was purchased by someone like... her." *Not enjoying the word at all.* "I knew you were coming. Unfortunately, I did not know she was in your company. I assumed she would already have begun to establish herself as being in a position of control. There was no point in resisting any longer. It did not play out as I had hoped, but the end result was acceptable."
(Brightlance): "You believe that she will take over the position of Commander of the Stellar 1? Wait that is irrelevant..."
Result of the throw of dice "1d20 +1" :

6 + 1 = 7
w d
((Oh my :D))
*reaches out absently to grip Legion's arm*
"The guards feared you almost as much as they feared Gliriel. After seeing your quarters I can see how they might."
ChatBot: (Brightlance) rolls 1d20 and gets (20)=20.
(Brightlance): and grabs said Geth's arm ;)
(GM_Cy): *He shrugs, the corner of his mouth tweaking up.* "They did not enjoy my tests the way I did. The station was... so beautiful, without lights, without those noisy communications. And of course, some of the inmates had to be let out for their exercise. I even paid some of them a visit, when I had the time to spare from enjoying the spectacle."
(Legion): Legion looks down at the touch, his 'eye' seeming to zoom in and out, trying to determine why.
(GM_Cy): *His eyes swivel to Hope once again.* "Ah... my cell, you said? I did not know to expect visitors... I would have dusted." *The smile growing.*
(Brightlance): Looks at Orion as this goes on then sharply back over to Legion and a look of surprise blooms across her features, and lets go abruptly
"I did not...I cou... my apologies Legion. You show no signs of being awakened but I see you are. Forgive me."
(Legion): The headflaps, combined with Legion's slight head tilt gives the impression of confusion, or embarrassed.
(GM_Cy): *Orion seems not to notice the interaction, or simply not to care.* "So... did you like it? My cell? The designs took me some time, I admit. Weeks. Months." *A glazed look sneaks across his eyes for a moment.* "So much screaming. The paint was difficult to obtain."
(Brightlance): *comes back to her senses*
"Your rituals and 'art' will have to be kept to when we are not aboard the Stellar 1. She is NOT mine under ownership; I merely command her for the momment. I do not think your form of visual expression would go over well with Col-Taros Eris. Am I correct in this legion?"
(GM_Cy): *He shrugs.* "I have not had the inspiration to convey in any case, it does not matter. I am no artist. I possess no skill with brush, knife, pen or tool. I am, on occasion, shown what I am to make. So vividly." *His smile goes... cold, for a moment, and there is the slightest twitch to his posture.*
(Legion): Legion nods in agreement!
(Brightlance): "That icon you wear? Your god? Or just something of sentimental value? You seem to prize it almost as highly as you do your head-covering."
(GM_Cy): "It is a favourite of mine, yes. It was the only object that is not of this region of space in my possession. I kept it from when I was a child. When I obtain the knowledge I need, it will be my instrument, as I am an instrument for a greater force."
(Legion): Legion 'zooms in' on the icon, before zooming back out and resuming his idle stance.
(GM_Cy): *Orion pulls the necklace out from under his suit as he talks of it, and Legion observes that it is a silver chain, with a hooded skeleton wielding a scythe as the pendant.*
(Brightlance): -hmmmph- "You would get along with my estranged sister tribe; the Skullcrushers, they to deify death in the form of a reaper. What do you know of a place called 'Alpha Centauri B'? I couldn't help but notice it among the images you produced."
(GM_Cy): *The smile returns, in all of its' warped glory.* "Death is no deity. It is merely the inescapable end for all life. I have come near to it before, and emerged unharmed." *The smile flickers, almost as if to suggest there should be a 'physically' tacked onto that statement. He regains his composure and continues.* "I have decided to serve as its' herald. When I am no longer needed, I will be claimed as any other. Until such time, I will hunt my prey."
*He refocuses on Hope yet again as she changes the subject.* "Nothing other than that it was a world recently ravaged. It was among my inspirations, and so I rendered it to the best of my ability." *The smile widens, and for once the look that comes with it is actually focused on Hope instead of staring into space.* "You did it. I saw. A harbinger of death, standing over the world as it burned, then froze. Glorious."
(Brightlance): "Not me. Not directly." *shakes head*
"I was only acting on Col-Taros Eris' command. The Rain of Fire was the only way...never mind I am splitting hairs here. Know this; what image you may have of me from you 'visions' is only a small fragment. I only kill when it is required, but I WILL kill."
(GM_Cy): *He shakes his head, slowly, his eyes not leaving her.* "The order was not yours. But it was you who was trusted to act. The blade was placed into your hands by another, and you swung it. The reasons are irrelevant at this time. You are not so different than these kin you speak of. You merely need to think more upon the matter at hand before doing as they would. You have to justify it to yourself. Find a way for your conscience to rest easily." *He leans forward as he speaks.* "And if you cannot bear the truth yourself, that is your trouble and not mine. I saw one who bore death, and for the first time, felt perhaps that there was a place for my work. Give me the knowledge I require. Allow me the resources to do what I do. Permit me my hunts, when time allows. And you will have what the T'Loak does not."
(Brightlance): "I will consider it. For now things will remain as-is, but in the near future I will be able to answer you"
*antennae ALMOST coming loose*
(GM_Cy): *He nods, slowly, studying her as he returns to his original position.* "I look forward to it."

Shortly thereafter, Mondo rejoined the group, and Gliriel returned as well. She escorted the group to meet with Aria T'Loak, her Asari 'mother', and de facto ruler of Omega. Aria was intrigued (in an exceptionally mild and controlled way) by Gliriel's "guests", but seemed just as keen to test her own daughter, placing her in charge of business negotiations. Aria did, however, make certain that it was understood that no decision was final until approved by her, but was otherwise content to observe.
Gliriel, seeming a little tense, hit her stride quickly; she and Hope had already established that the crew needed financial autonomy without being indentured. She offered them employment, but knew her mother would insist on a performance test before handing down any major assignments. Hope agreed, as long as the Stellar's ordnance was re-fitted on their return, and a small 'honorarium' of credits paid to each of her crew. Gliriel acquiesced, but stated she would be going along as well, to mixed reception. Still, with business kept on the level for the moment, all parties seemed content. Except, of course, for Orion. As the group filed out (the deal having been given the nod from Aria), the red-eyes remained to deliver a message of his own to Aria, before moving to rejoin the group. "I will not be your daughter's toy forever. I am awaiting a response from a conversation I had earlier. I will have made up my mind as to how to proceed by the time we return. That is all."
Aria was unphased by this, and merely commented to her daughter that her 'company' needed to brush up on his manners. Gliriel, none too pleased by Orion's display of rebelliousness, followed after the group as they boarded the Stellar... making sure to brush against Orion yet again. Instead of his usual spastic reaction to avoid her, Orion snapped, going into a state of what can only be described as tranquil rage, punching her several times (and solidly) in the face and stomach before being restrained by Mondo. Dragging the silently irate individual to the medical bay, the auto-Doc sedated him, while Brightlance asked (rather pointedly) that Gliriel stop provoking the obviously unstable individual. She seemed almost pleased by his response, and informed Brightlance quite candidly that she would push Orion as far as she liked, but not far enough to make him a real danger, since she now "knew his threshold".

Great. So not only is the on-board psychopath capable of savage, remorseless violence, but the group's V.I.P. passenger enjoys taunting him into said violence. Oy. Somebody needs to find a contract lawyer and review the fine print for this sort of thing. :shock:

Re: Cytibor's Creations, Ideas and Innovations

Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 12:06 pm
by Aramanthus
Another interesting chapter. How well does the group actually interact? I am looking forward to readnig the next chapter.

Re: Cytibor's Creations, Ideas and Innovations

Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2012 1:34 pm
by Cytibor
An Auspicious Arrival


April 1st (cont'd, and yes, it's getting quite late by now :P): The group set out from Omega toward a planet Gliriel referred to as 'Illium', in the Tasale system of the Crescent Nebula. After yet another violent outburst from Orion, the group's newest guest had been fully sedated, and was not to be roused until they made planet-fall. Gliriel took a moment to explain to them several important facts about Illium; first and foremost, as it was on the border between Citadel Space and the Terminus Systems (and set up by Asari corporations, not their government) its laws were somewhat different than they would be on most worlds. In order to capitalize on the diverse goods flowing through the world's hands, nearly everything has been legalized, though more dangerous or deplorable items of course require special licenses or handling. Because of the 'entrepreneurial spirit' of the planet, contract laws are similarly very lax, allowing for corporations and individuals alike to form written agreements for virtually anything, which boiled down to a single rule: Don't sign your name to ANYTHING unless you are 100% certain of the terms of the agreement, because your signature WILL bind you to it even if you don't.

With the ground rules established, Gliriel contacted the Dantius Corporation on their arrival to request transport and a meeting with Nassana Dantius to discuss Aria's "goods". The corporation assured her that transportation would await their arrival, and Nassana would see them once finished with her current meeting. Satisfied, Gliriel then contacted the Nos Astra space-port, and the Stellar landed shortly thereafter. Readying themselves to depart, Legion was sent to ensure Orion was in a better mood upon waking. Seeming calm once again, he was allowed to rejoin the group, but events once again played out to trigger a violent reaction. [Excerpted simply because describing it doesn't do it justice. 0.o]

Spoiler:
(Orion): *Orion frees himself from his buckles, and stands, rolling his shoulders a little.* "I have a request to make."
(Gliriel): "Well, a soft touch down." *then looks at Orion* "Oh do you?" *smiles at him, rubbing lightly at her jaw which still shows a bit of color*
(Mondo): *Opens one eye, then the other, and peels his fingers from the arms of his seat, then rises* "By your leave Commander," *then makes his way to the doors, but stops as Orion speaks*
(Brightlance) Without any self consciousness, but no small amount of impatience, Hope begins to unlace her leather 1-peice.
(Orion): "As our arrival is to be met with yet more of T'Loak's time-consuming business, I would ask I have access to material with which I may busy myself. She enjoys the sound of her own voice enough for me to ignore her during these times. I would prefer items or entries relating to the magic I have been informed of. It intrigues me." *His voice remains quite calm and level, even during his snipe at Gliriel.*
(Gliriel): "That's great Orion, but at this time you will be accompanying me." *smiles*
(Orion): "I am certain you will speak enough for the both of us."
(Mondo): *Looks at Hope intently after hearing Orion's request*
(Gliriel): "I didn't say you would be speaking, Orion. Just accompanying me."
(Orion): "Then I see no trouble in occupying my time with more worthwhile pursuits."
(Brightlance): "Easy enough; MY Col-Taros' pair-bonded mate had a small journal including his notes specifically related to mystic matters. I can release them to you." *continues with unlacing, peeling off the top portion once freed and tossing it (carefully) onto the command couch* "Will that be sufficient for now?"
(Brightlance): Hope = Topless
(Mondo): 8o:PO:-D *Nod's at Hope, then exits*
(Orion): "If that is what is available." *He watches her unlacing, as if unsure what she's doing, but as she removes it he twitches, violently. He clenches his teeth, seeming to exert actual effort to keep himself still, but even still, redirects his gaze to the floor.*
(Gliriel): *grins and walks past him, and yes she brushes very much against him* "See you soon, Orion. I need to get myself ready. This bruise needs tending too before our meeting"(22:16:10) (Mondo): *Sticks his head back in through the door for one last look, then heads back to get ready*
(Orion): *The physical contact proves far too much for him after weathering the previous storm of twitches.*
Rolling "1d20 +3" 4 times

1: 9 + 3 = 12
2: 20 + 3 = 23
3: 11 + 3 = 14
4: 11 + 3 = 14
(Brightlance): *begins removing the leggings and kicks them back off her heel; walks past*
"It is odd, I would assume that humae males are used to seeing the female form once puberty has been reached. Vansent is much the same in his reactions."
*shrugs and goes to her quarters on the 3rd deck*
(Brightlance): "...again...?" *whirls around*
(Mondo): *hearing the commotion on the bridge, also turns back around*
(Gliriel): Rolling "1d20 +5" 4 times

1: 16 + 5 = 21
2: 13 + 5 = 18
3: 18 + 5 = 23
4: 14 + 5 = 19

(Orion): *Gliriel's superior reflexes keep her out of most of harm's way, this time, but a punch to just below her ribs gets through, pinching flesh between fist and bone.*
ChatBot: (Orion) rolls 2d4 and gets (3,2)=5.
(Gliriel): *she actually laughs as she catches her breath after the punch to the stomach* "If you want to play, Orion, there are better places than the bridge
(Mondo): *Moves between Gliriel and Orion, arms spread wide* "PLEASE, cease this bickering! We have a job to do, we can..."play" some more later."
(Orion): *His eyes spit hatred at her, and he finds his voice.* "Shut up, whore, and stop screwing with me. You have no idea how close you are to danger when you provoke me this way." *The eyes remain on Gliriel, but he acknowledges Mondo.* "Give me what I want. I have seen you look to Brightlance for approval when I ask of magic. I have seen her glance to you when I ask her of it. Give me what it is you have in your keeping. I will accept nothing less, but I will personally guarantee I will not attempt to kill her while it is in my possession. Otherwise; I do not care when or how, she WILL be dead by the time of our return to Omega."
(Gliriel): "I say no. Not until later. Until he plays nice"
(Orion): "SHUT. UP. It is not your decision."
(Gliriel): "IT is when it is MY signature you require. So you shut up, Orion."
(Orion): "It is their property, and their vessel, LADY T'Loak. They do what they wish with it. Unless you have already made the necessary plans to keep them under your heel, like so many others?"
(Gliriel): "No but YOU are my responsibility and if I decide that you are not safe having that information, then I can say you do not get it. After all I know about your history. They do not"
(Brightlance): "...
:|
..."
*crosses arms under breasts*
"Very well. Mondo; You are permitted to copy the data cube."
*staring down the red-eyed male*
"...without the translation protocols. He wishes to lay ultimatums that is his own get out and I will NOT be dictated to on my vessel...however you have trangressed.
BOTH of you.
Orion will have the data he craves, but he will have to work on his own 'rossetta rock' to have it do him any good."
(Mondo): *Eyebrow arches and arms are lowered, head turning from Gliriel to Orion*
(Gliriel): "Whatever" *storms from the room with a comment floating back* "We will finish this later, Orion."
(Brightlance): "Legion; see to it that when Mondo has completed the copy, that all translation codes have been removed. Orion will get the EXACT letter of what the data cube contains, not an iota more"
(Orion): *He turns, glaring at her.* "I would not have to if I were not regarded as more of a criminal than she. But I accept your terms, regardless. It saves me from needing to risk Sir Calvinus' vital areas when conjuring fire to incinerate my slave-driver with."
(Legion): "Acknowledged, Commander."
(Mondo): *Nods to Hope* "As you wish Commander, but..." *catching himself, turns to Orion* "say what?!"


With the group on edge yet again, Orion awaited his date before moving to the airlock to await departure. Hope paid Gliriel a brief visit to once again make it clear that she did not want any further games upon her vessel, knowing that if Orion ever fully lost control he could rupture a window and risk her own crew's safety. She offered Gliriel a bit of respite, however, and mentioned that she would be more inclined to help her if she showed she was more than just a name. Gliriel gave somewhat perfunctory responses, but mentioned that she was provoking Orion 'for his own good' (her reasoning being that she would rather he attack her than some random woman on the street who touched him by accident. Hope was on her way out, and did not reply aside from acknowledging that she had heard Gliriel.)

Getting themselves ready, they headed out from the Stellar, with Legion remaining behind 'just in case.' Orion was quiet, his attention absorbed into his personal computer, likely trying to decode the foreign language of the data cube's contents, more than content to ignore everyone. Their transportation was waiting for them, as promised, a sleek hover-type vehicle with a young and nervous Asari driver. She showed due respect to the Lady T'Loak, however, and made sure even Hope was comfortable in the relatively small vehicle. (Hope was even more impressed that the flimsy-looking thing could bear the weight of both herself and Mondo's powersuit.)

Unfortunately, the driver's nerves (and the dice :angel:) worked against them, and her jerky movements dislodged a loose wire under the dash (though they did not know what it was at the time, of course), causing the vehicle's flight system to fail. Tipping into a nose-dive at near to a hundred miles an hour, the group was understandably concerned. Even more so when the driver's frantic attempts to fix the situation caused her to smack her head into the dash, falling unconscious. Deciding they would rather NOT be in the car when it hit the ground, the group set to work trying to escape their imminent car wreck. (Cue initiative. ;)) Hope decided the best option would be to use her, and Mondo's, augmented jumping power to get them to a rooftop, as it was less of a distance. Unfortunately, when she moved to pick up Gliriel, her grip was on the elven woman's belt, which snapped when she tried to jump from the plummeting car. [She rolled a natural 3 for her roll, so that's an automatic miss. :demon:] Mondo attempted to save Orion, but the bizarre fellow apparently did not want to BE saved, swatting the armoured knight's hands aside and even shoving him away. In a last ditch attempt to save somebody, Hope gave Gliriel her force-field cape, before she and Mondo (who was falling from Orion's shove) pushed away from the car to land on a rooftop.

Gliriel began to glow with her purple-ish glow as she concentrated, ignoring the cape. Orion, staying true to his belief that Death would claim him only when it was his time, remained utterly calm, using a low-level Firebolt spell to blow a hole in the divider between driver area and passenger section. Climbing through the hole, he opened the dash, fixed the short, and attempted to stabilize the falling vehicle, but it was too near to the ground. Gliriel rectified this by forcing a bubble of telekinetic force into existence between the hover-car and the ground, causing it to 'skip' over the ground instead of crumpling into it. With the driver still unconscious, and Gliriel passing out after her mental exertion, Hope and Mondo were a little surprised to find the two had been moved to sit against the vehicle. Orion, of course, said nothing of it, and explained what had gone wrong. Deciding it was best to get to where they were supposed to be, Hope and Mondo asked Orion to drive, and they continued on their way to the Dantius Corporation before the authorities could arrive.

Huh. Quite the day. And I think Hope, Mondo and Legion need some kind of reference guide to Orion and Gliriel. One minute he's willing to blow a hole through Mondo's chest to kill Gliriel, or she's being a haughty, spoiled brat, and the next she's putting herself in danger to save a stranger and he's actually seeing to her safety. Inconsistencies, or perhaps a more thorough mental examination is needed? You decide.

Re: Cytibor's Creations, Ideas and Innovations

Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2012 3:58 pm
by taalismn
Remember, folks, spring for the airbags and seatbelts on your next vehicle. If that option does not apply, pick an aisle seat rather than a window seat, and count the rows to the nearest emergency exit. :D

Re: Cytibor's Creations, Ideas and Innovations

Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2012 9:15 pm
by DhAkael
taalismn wrote:Remember, folks, spring for the airbags and seatbelts on your next vehicle. If that option does not apply, pick an aisle seat rather than a window seat, and count the rows to the nearest emergency exit. :D

Not "OUR" ride...and beisdes; if Hope had her druthers, it'd have been on a Steel-Phoenix she'd ride. :D

Re: Cytibor's Creations, Ideas and Innovations

Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2012 9:28 pm
by taalismn
DhAkael wrote:
taalismn wrote:Remember, folks, spring for the airbags and seatbelts on your next vehicle. If that option does not apply, pick an aisle seat rather than a window seat, and count the rows to the nearest emergency exit. :D

Not "OUR" ride...and beisdes; if Hope had her druthers, it'd have been on a Steel-Phoenix she'd ride. :D



Open cockpit. Kinda hard on those WITHOUT full body maglocs, hydraulically-locking legs, and pressurized full environmental body armor. Especially at trans-sonic speeds.

Re: Cytibor's Creations, Ideas and Innovations

Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2012 9:55 pm
by DhAkael
taalismn wrote:
DhAkael wrote:
taalismn wrote:Remember, folks, spring for the airbags and seatbelts on your next vehicle. If that option does not apply, pick an aisle seat rather than a window seat, and count the rows to the nearest emergency exit. :D

Not "OUR" ride...and beisdes; if Hope had her druthers, it'd have been on a Steel-Phoenix she'd ride. :D



Open cockpit. Kinda hard on those WITHOUT full body maglocs, hydraulically-locking legs, and pressurized full environmental body armor. Especially at trans-sonic speeds.

Details... :lol:

Re: Cytibor's Creations, Ideas and Innovations

Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2012 11:54 pm
by taalismn
DhAkael wrote:
taalismn wrote:
DhAkael wrote:
taalismn wrote:Remember, folks, spring for the airbags and seatbelts on your next vehicle. If that option does not apply, pick an aisle seat rather than a window seat, and count the rows to the nearest emergency exit. :D

Not "OUR" ride...and beisdes; if Hope had her druthers, it'd have been on a Steel-Phoenix she'd ride. :D



Open cockpit. Kinda hard on those WITHOUT full body maglocs, hydraulically-locking legs, and pressurized full environmental body armor. Especially at trans-sonic speeds.

Details... :lol:


"Sorry, but some of us CANNOT lock our necks against the transsonic shockwave pummeling us. And not all of us like cleaning out our sinuses with a little jaunt up over mach one!"

Re: Cytibor's Creations, Ideas and Innovations

Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2012 6:40 pm
by Cytibor
Apologies, everyone. We're down two players due to unavoidable circumstances, so Rifts is off until next week. Hope everyone has as pleasant an evening and weekend as possible.

- Cy/Orion

Re: Cytibor's Creations, Ideas and Innovations

Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2012 1:10 pm
by Aramanthus
Nice posting. It is an interesting group. I am looking forward to reading the next chapter from within my armored shelter. :D

Re: Cytibor's Creations, Ideas and Innovations

Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2012 2:50 pm
by Cytibor
Fallen From Sky 'Neath Fractured Eclipse


April 2nd: Having survived their near-crash, the group continued to the Dantius Corporation in thankfully accident-free style. Landing the slightly battered hovercar at the entrance, they were greeted by a small throng of young Asari attendants (young of course being relative here, since the Asari live for 1000 years on average :P) who were understandably shocked by the trouble their esteemed guest Lady T'Loak had encountered. Shocked and likely somewhat afraid for their jobs if they upset her any further. They hastily showed the group to a large, fancifully decorated washroom to freshen themselves up. Fortunately the group was not put off by the lack of dividers for male and female use (the Asari being a mono-gender race, all female in appearance.) Orion remained by the washroom's entrance, lost in some project or other on his personal computer, fortunately allowing things to proceed without incident between himself and Gliriel (though the elf was in a mood not conducive to her usual flirting in any case.) Legion, meanwhile, had arrived in the group's hover-jeep, swapping places with Mondo for the time being.

Once they felt more presentable, they re-emerged from the lavish lavatory to find the throng of attendants had dissipated. Replacing them was a single, more professional-looking Asari who seemed to be older, though still in the Maiden stage of her life. Escorting them upstairs, she had them remove their more obvious weapons and leave them in the hall (Legion opting to remain with them to ensure their safety) before being shown in to meet with Nassana Dantius, the lady in charge. After exchanging pleasantries, she explained the situation: Aria's goods had been part of a regular shipment to the Dantius Corporation. This shipment had been hijacked somewhere outside Nos Astra's city limits, but as there was precious little outside the city, Lady Dantius was of the opinion the shipment had been relocated to somewhere within the capital's boundaries. The suspects were a mercenary group known as "Eclipse", or more specifically a splinter factions that had broken off from the main force headquartered in Nos Astra. (Their reasons for splintering were unknown.) The leader of the Eclipse, Alyria, had already taken what force she had on hand to go deal with the insurgents personally (a personal pride sort of thing, Dantius described her as not being one to tolerate such betrayal) but had not reported back in over an hour.

Nassana requested the group wait for several hours, to see if Alyria would get back in contact about the state of her mission. The group were not universally thrilled, knowing waiting could make the situation worse, but reluctantly agreed to give it some time, as Nassana felt that sending Alyria any help could hurt her pride, and therefor damage their business relationship. Moving into the suite provided them by their host, they settled in to discuss the situation; they quickly decided it was unlikely Nassana would set this up to steal Aria's property, as it would hurt her profits in the long-term far more than any short-term gain could help. Another possibility established was that the splinter group, if indeed they managed to capture Alyria, that they could be using her to (as Gliriel put it) "get their jollies." Not an appealing idea, but considering the fantasies surrounding the Asari race as a whole, distressingly likely.

Several hours later (four, to be precise), Nassana knocked upon the suite's door. Hope, who had remained awake, answered. The Lady Dantius was... tired, among other things, but she delivered the update; Alyria had been captured. It seems the soldiers she had on hand at the time she had departed had been part of the splinter faction, and even an Asari Commando cannot face so many at once while alone. The rest of Eclipse, those who were not traitors to their leader, could not move in because the splinter group knew their tactics and would see them coming, jeopardizing Alyria's safety. An unknown group, however, could have more luck in approaching without causing problems, and that is what Nassana asked of Hope. Waking the others, the cyber-amazon explained the situation, and they set to planning their strategy while Nassana went to play the part needed of her, specifically awaiting a ransom note, if any, and pretending to play ball to draw their attention from the group.

Elsewhere in the city, however... a hover transport glides between abandoned buildings, bizarrely graceful for its bulk. The two men in the cab guide it into a wide area, swinging it around so its rear faces forward, and begin backing it into an open garage door. A faint whistling sound catches their attention, and they pause, leaning out of the vehicle's windows to look around. They see something streaking from the sky, flaming but not breaking up as a meteorite would; something metal, man-made. Realizing too late where it will land, they are crushed instantly as it slams into the cab of the vehicle, tipping the trailer over from the impact. The two men's compatriots run out of the building, cursing, and douse the fires with on-hand extinguisher systems. What is revealed is a sleek pod-like vessel, bearing no logo or identifier of any kind. Cutting equipment is brought forth, and they breach the crashed pod, a gasp of cold air from within signalling the deactivation of a cryo-system. A hulking figure, inside, begins to stir...

A rescue mission against a traitorous splinter faction with a hostage, with an unknown quantity already on-scene? This is going to be fun. :demon:

Re: Cytibor's Creations, Ideas and Innovations

Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2012 3:43 pm
by Aramanthus
Verey interesting updatre. Who is the hulking figure in the pod?

Re: Cytibor's Creations, Ideas and Innovations

Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2012 8:01 pm
by Ooraka
Wait and find out. :p

Re: Cytibor's Creations, Ideas and Innovations

Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2012 2:53 pm
by Aramanthus
I think I will wait inside my Adamantium/ orchalcum bunker.

Re: Cytibor's Creations, Ideas and Innovations

Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2012 7:55 pm
by Cytibor
Iron Wolf Arrival! But Can They Save Alyria?


April 2nd (cont'd): Heading out from the Dantius Corp. shortly after hearing the news, Hope and Stormglider took to the air while the rest of the team (barring Legion, who remained behind to serve as radio link to Nassana) piled into the hover jeep. Hastening along, they parked a half-block or so from the splinter faction's adopted base, hoping to remain unknown to their enemies. Approaching on foot, under cover of night, they saw the building had only two entrances visible to them, the front (guarded by some security mechs, they could see) and a side entrance (that they could not see clearly, only detect because of the additional light thrown from inside the building.) Taking a moment to consider their options, the security mechs at the front door abruptly went inside, leaving the door unguarded. Curious, the group took a moment to see what the reason might be (hearing shouting from the rear of the building, and being fed aerial reports from Hope describing a large figure wreaking some havoc) before deciding to proceed inside. They were interrupted, however, by a hulking metal shape sprinting around the side of the building. Confronting the trio on the ground, the figure was revealed to be a humanoid robot or cyborg of some manner, stylized to appear wolf-like. Confused and angered, it took Hope, Mondo and Gliriel a few moments to calm him, during which time Orion slipped off unnoticed. The figure identified himself as Iron Wolf (or more specifically, said this is what he had been called by others, he did not remember very much just yet) and agreed to help the group trounce the traitorous soldiers. As they proceeded inside, they encountered a trio of soldiers coming OUT, triggering a brief, close-quarters firefight.

While the trio (missing Orion) plowed through the front door, Hope landed in the rear, noting the damage Iron Wolf's arrival had caused. Checking the downed truck's trailer, she found the cargo was intact and secured, and left her partner to guard it. Entering through the back, she found a few guards of her own to pick on, and set to amusing herself at their expense. She was joined by Mondo and Gliriel shortly thereafter, who had subdued the guards at the front and bypassed the (curiously passive) security mechs after leaving Iron Wolf to guard their prisoners. Planning to move further inward to locate the hostage, they were interrupted by a public address from 'Faughn', the faction's leader, stating that they should send someone to speak with him (without weapons, of course), as they had solidified their position and had Alyria at gunpoint. Any further violence would result in her death. Disliking the situation, Hope agreed to meet with them, and Gliriel decided to go with her, each leaving their external weapons in Mondo's care. (Though Hope of course has her in-built ones, and Gliriel her biotics.)

Our team is capable, but it's hard to outrun a bullet that starts off right beside the victim's head. This could be difficult. ><
[Apologies for a shorter recap, the session was mostly combat for a change, so less to summarize without getting into a shot-by-shot commentary. ;) I did it a little bit last minute, too. *blush*]

Re: Cytibor's Creations, Ideas and Innovations

Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2012 11:21 am
by Aramanthus
Very entertaining. Please keep them coming!

Re: Cytibor's Creations, Ideas and Innovations

Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2012 6:16 pm
by Cytibor
Nine Letters and a Rescue


April 2nd (cont'd): Moving to meet with the hostage-taker, Hope and Gliriel listened to Faughn's terms. (After he made sure they knew of his "unbeatable" system of protection; the doors admitting access to the room just beyond their meeting point, where Alyria was being kept, would shut if Faughn was harmed or killed, and could only be opened from the inside.) They were fairly straightforward, if a little unrealistic; The splinter faction in its entirety was to be allowed to leave the planet without incident, and without further repercussions from the T'Loaks (Gliriel being instantly recognizable by those paying attention, apparently.) Gliriel pointed out that they had already captured several of the group's guards, and asked if it would not simply be easier for those who remained to flee. Faughn, seeming to lose his nerve when things did not immediately go in his favour as he had hoped, stammered, hmm'd and haw'd, asking for time to consult with his soldiers before choosing a course of action. Not impressed by his lack of leadership, Hope and Gliriel instead impressed upon him their dwindling patience.

Being interrupted by one of his men, Faughn took a moment to listen via private channel. (The group saw that it was the one holding the gun to Alyria's head who was speaking.) Finishing their brief conversation, the salarian turned back to the group looking rather perplexed. He explained that the soldier wanted him to pass along a message, which happened to be a riddle; "What is a nine letter word that cannot be said without laughter?" Understandably confused (not speaking English himself), the salarian waited for the group to answer. And received a shot in the back of the head instead. With his life signs terminated, the doors sped closed, but not before the group saw the soldier holding the gun lift his helmet's visor to reveal a glint of red in each eye.

Suddenly understanding where Orion had gone to, the group waited as patiently as they could for their violent comrade to resurface. Iron Wolf and Mondo rejoined them in this time, and were quickly filled in on the situation. Not long after that, the doors were re-opened from the inside; all the group could see within, however, was an infinite impenetrable darkness. From the depths of this, first, came the armoured suits of the soldiers who had been trapped inside with Orion. Next came their weapons, and third came Alyria, stubborn and prideful enough to force herself to walk out alone. Orion, changed back into his customary suit and mocking hat, came last, and shut the doors behind him with an assurance that the group would not want to see what was within. Deciding to take his word for it, the group gathered up Aria's cargo and their rescued hostage, and made their way back to Dantius HQ.

Relieved that her friend was safe (though in need of medical attention), Nassana thanked the group profusely, before politely asking they leave so the healer/doctor could do her work on Alyria. Respecting her wishes, the group returned to the Stellar to sleep the rest of the night away, for they were to ship back to Omega when they awoke. Hope, meanwhile, gave the Iron Wolf a complimentary flight, and asked him what he wished to do now that he was awake. He expressed interest in the group, and has until morning to make up his mind about coming along long-term. (Though he again mentioned the name 'Gathion', which the group is relatively certain is a slightly incorrectly remembered 'Gaphion', and we all know who THAT is. Still, Iron Wolf appears sane and fairly well-adjusted, so... I guess even the 'Splicer can have an off day?)

Another job well done from the crew. :) Though Orion nearly got himself killed, making himself appear to be the hostage-holder put himself in Hope's cross-hairs at the very least. He truly seems to take his belief that Death will claim him only when it no longer has use for him seriously. But Gliriel is causing the group some confusion; exhibiting compassion and care for Nassana and Alyria, and then being too tired for her usual flirting with Orion en route back to the Stellar. If she keeps this up, she may go an entire day without Orion trying to slug her. :angel:

Re: Cytibor's Creations, Ideas and Innovations

Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 11:39 pm
by DhAkael
Well; Hope got some much earned down-time and will be rested and ready for the next scenario.

Re: Cytibor's Creations, Ideas and Innovations

Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2012 10:49 am
by Aramanthus
Another excellent chapter. I am looking forward to the next one.

Re: Cytibor's Creations, Ideas and Innovations

Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 7:18 pm
by Cytibor
I'll be combining last week's session with tonight's, on account of it being a relaxing sort of affair. Chatting with one another on their trip back toward Omega and the like. Good for the group, but perhaps not so interesting to the readers here on the forum thread. ;)

Re: Cytibor's Creations, Ideas and Innovations

Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2012 1:21 pm
by Cytibor
Apologies folks, Rifts will be on hold until next week. One of our team will be inescapably absent tonight, and their character is pretty central to plot events at the moment so I don't think we'll be able to make a go of it without them, or at least not a go that flows nearly as well as it should. :P We shall try again for next week, BUT if I'm feeling especially motivated I may get myself to post up the combined session logs from last week and the week before. :angel:

Re: Cytibor's Creations, Ideas and Innovations

Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2012 8:10 pm
by taalismn
Cytibor wrote:Apologies folks, Rifts will be on hold until next week. One of our team will be inescapably absent tonight, and their character is pretty central to plot events at the moment so I don't think we'll be able to make a go of it without them, or at least not a go that flows nearly as well as it should. :P We shall try again for next week, BUT if I'm feeling especially motivated I may get myself to post up the combined session logs from last week and the week before. :angel:


You can always keep a handful of small innovations, minor devices, (megaversal) sidenotes, and whatnot ready at hand to post as filler material...nothing pertinent to the game plot(or are they?)...brain farts, free verse, or mental gumballs as it were.


Like the ScannoQizzoCard....looks like a transparent credit card but it lights up in fascinating patterns when passed near somebody else, or maybe it lights up constantly on your person? What is it reacting to? People keep testing the little cards to see if they react to certain kinds of species, shapeshifters, psychics, magic users, those with magic potential, or without ANY...or something else.
It's become something of a puzzle with people trying to figure out what the little cards are....not even their mysterious distributor will tell(or can tell).
And that might be the point.....ScannoQizzoCards could be an Ancient game toy whose original creators have vanished into the fog of time...leaving behind thousands, possibly millions, of what could be the equivalent of alien Rubik's Cubes behind to frustrate later generations of aliens.
So far, ScannoQizzoCards have proven harmless, but there are those who contend that the alien 'game' should be treated as anything BUT, and that indepth investigations should be launched to make sure the cards are not some ancient trap or target acquisition device...
Or maybe they're just random effect generators that give off randomly-generated pretty light shows. :clown:

Re: Cytibor's Creations, Ideas and Innovations

Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2012 10:09 pm
by Cytibor
taalismn wrote:
Cytibor wrote:Apologies folks, Rifts will be on hold until next week. One of our team will be inescapably absent tonight, and their character is pretty central to plot events at the moment so I don't think we'll be able to make a go of it without them, or at least not a go that flows nearly as well as it should. :P We shall try again for next week, BUT if I'm feeling especially motivated I may get myself to post up the combined session logs from last week and the week before. :angel:


You can always keep a handful of small innovations, minor devices, (megaversal) sidenotes, and whatnot ready at hand to post as filler material...nothing pertinent to the game plot(or are they?)...brain farts, free verse, or mental gumballs as it were.


Like the ScannoQizzoCard....looks like a transparent credit card but it lights up in fascinating patterns when passed near somebody else, or maybe it lights up constantly on your person? What is it reacting to? People keep testing the little cards to see if they react to certain kinds of species, shapeshifters, psychics, magic users, those with magic potential, or without ANY...or something else.
It's become something of a puzzle with people trying to figure out what the little cards are....not even their mysterious distributor will tell(or can tell).
And that might be the point.....ScannoQizzoCards could be an Ancient game toy whose original creators have vanished into the fog of time...leaving behind thousands, possibly millions, of what could be the equivalent of alien Rubik's Cubes behind to frustrate later generations of aliens.
So far, ScannoQizzoCards have proven harmless, but there are those who contend that the alien 'game' should be treated as anything BUT, and that indepth investigations should be launched to make sure the cards are not some ancient trap or target acquisition device...
Or maybe they're just random effect generators that give off randomly-generated pretty light shows. :clown:


:lol: Yeah, I usually improvise something, but our gang left off on a "serious talk" in regards to choosing allegiances and such. Just didn't feel right to me to suddenly veer off onto a new topic (even a brief one) without getting that squared away. I know things come up and misadventures happen, but something was telling me I shouldn't put a break in this particular batch of tension. ;)
The cards do sound kinda fun, though. :angel:

Re: Cytibor's Creations, Ideas and Innovations

Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2012 10:32 pm
by taalismn
Cytibor wrote:[

:lol: Yeah, I usually improvise something, but our gang left off on a "serious talk" in regards to choosing allegiances and such. Just didn't feel right to me to suddenly veer off onto a new topic (even a brief one) without getting that squared away. I know things come up and misadventures happen, but something was telling me I shouldn't put a break in this particular batch of tension. ;)
The cards do sound kinda fun, though. :angel:



Whatever works for you, time and attitude-wise. ;)

Re: Cytibor's Creations, Ideas and Innovations

Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2012 2:20 pm
by Cytibor
Hoo, all righty, going to be a double-session post AND a minor game alteration. Let's get started;

First off; the minor fluff tweak; Up until now, the relay system we've been using to get across the galaxy in a hurry has been geared toward convenience. We could access one node, -shoomp- ourselves a heck of a long way, and pop out just about anyplace (this was done since our ship currently is a bit on the slow side in terms of inter-stellar travel, but we are hoping to have this fixed shortly. ;)) The flaws inherent in this system rapidly became apparent, and I can only imagine the logistical nightmare of trying to defend one's territory when your enemy could deploy an army behind the boundaries of your interstellar nation with ease.
SO, rather than have a single relay node per star cluster to bump ourselves along to any other, there shall now be several, each branching off to neighbouring star clusters. Our adventurers will have to jump from cluster to cluster with these, but will have to fly under their own power in-cluster (meaning that in some cases, they may have to fly themselves between solar systems to get to their next relay.) This will cause their travel times to go up dramatically, buuuuut that's what the time-skip is for. :angel: (That being said, a faster FTL drive is also a must, otherwise they're at rather a disadvantage in many ways.)

Re: Cytibor's Creations, Ideas and Innovations

Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2012 2:21 pm
by Cytibor
Second; The session before-last's update~
April 2nd (cont'd): Sleeping in until the early afternoon, our heroes take a well-deserved rest. Upon waking (well, being woken by Legion) they discover Iron Wolf has been let into the ship. He expresses that while he has basically no memory of his past, and his vague recollections of 'Gathion' (which the group is pretty sure is a misrecollection of 'Gaphion', not a big stretch) he wished for them to consider him an ally. The group (minus Hope, still recuperating) reassured the cyborg and welcomed him along until he could decide the path he was to take.

Setting out for Omega once again, the group took some time to talk amongst themselves, and for Iron Wolf to ask the ship's medical A.I. to scan him for the purpose of detecting his installed systems (not knowing what he had himself.) The scan turned up standard systems and the borg's list of equipment thankfully did not include bombs, tracers or other unpleasantness. Taking advantage of this, Holo-Persia uploaded a few basic languages into the 'borg's newly discovered translator (Trade 4 - more of a dialect, really - and Dragonese/Elven.)

Docking with Omega, the group went back to their quarters to prepare themselves to go ashore and meet with Aria once again.

Re: Cytibor's Creations, Ideas and Innovations

Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2012 2:21 pm
by Cytibor
Third: Aaaaaand the most recent session. ;)

Brewing Conflict

In a large mixing bowl, combine 1 Citadel Council with a mixture of Council-allied privateers. Pour the contents of the bowl, and an assortment of Terminus clans, into a large non-stick pot and set to boil. :angel:

April 2nd (as The Crescent Nebula actually DOES neighbour the Omega Nebula): Having landed on Omega, the group collected themselves and got moving promptly, knowing very well that Aria was not one to be kept waiting. Giving Iron Wolf a moment to absorb the ever-so-slightly seedy grandeur of Omega, they proceeded into Afterlife, and were informed by those guarding the T'Loak's private lounge that Aria was in a foul mood. So much so, in fact, that most of the guards who shared the lounge/booth with her were either downstairs or as far from the Asari as possible.

Approaching with caution, the group waited for Aria to invite them in, and she did so with a quick order to sit or stand. Getting as comfortable as they could with an agitated Asari in close proximity, the group waited for their host to sit and turn her full attention to them before reporting their success in recovering her cargo, as well as assisting Nassana Dantius in rescuing her friend, Alyria. Her mood slowly improving, Aria became more relaxed; until, that is, Iron Wolf spoke up. The well-intentioned cyborg suggested a break for Aria to go blow off some steam (in a non-violent manner, as he had been told her usual method of expressing her displeasure was launching the source of said agitation out of an airlock.) Unfortunately, Aria T'Loak is not one accustomed to changing her schedule at another's suggestion, and quickly became icy once again. Luckily, Gliriel knew her mother well, and her assurance that Nassana's Dantius Corporation would continue to do business with Aria, if not increase their trade, helped thaw the elder T'Loak once again.

Aria then told the group why she was so agitated; The Citadel Council, those who governed the 'civilized' segment of space, had made a significant move against the Terminus Systems and in such a way that prevented (or at least made difficult) the Terminus from declaring open war in return. Specifically; they had offered some of the Terminus' more well-known 'individuals' (pirates/brigands/warlords) a free-pass to come and go in Citadel Space as they pleased. All they asked in return was that these individuals not prey on Council-governed worlds any longer. Innocent, enough, except for one teensy unspoken detail; if these pirates and such were not to touch Council-controlled worlds, they would then have to change the target of their raids and attacks to those in the Terminus. Normally, only the boldest or most foolhardy openly attack the Terminus systems, for while the region comprises many star clusters and solar systems, it is also inhabited by the best the criminal world has to offer, and SOMEONE is going to be able to find you. Therefor, causing trouble in one's own backyard is generally discouraged unless it is small enough that you're not bothering anyone important. But with Citadel Space opened to them, these individuals could strike at their former neighbours and then disappear across the border, where any open act of aggression would be met by the Citadel fleet.

Aria knew of this turn of events because the Citadel had offered her that same free pass, and so she (and by extension the group) knows that the Council did not tell their new allies to do anything against the Terminus, officially at least. Regardless it is clear they are merely maintaining plausible denial while sending these former pirates in as privateers (a concept Hope recognized immediately) to harass their former fellows. In this way, the Council hopes to weaken the Terminus enough for them to begin colonizing the Attican Traverse (formerly contested space between the Citadel and Terminus) and, eventually, the Terminus itself.

True to Terminus form, however, Aria was not concerned about the fate of the other criminals and ne'er-do-wells that shared the region with her, but about her own business. Her own trade centered around specialty goods and information and under Citadel laws it would be harder for her to deal in the things they have outlawed. She also suspects that the Citadel would not allow anyone from the Terminus to remain in control of an entire station, which would make her information business more difficult to keep running. All in all; Aria T'Loak fully intends to refuse the Council's offer, and harry their attempts to cripple the Terminus.

To this end, she asked the group to decide where their allegiances lay. She had recognized their skill, and they had gained a measure of her respect (Hope in particular, for demonstrating an appreciable sense of integrity) and would welcome them to her side, but wished for them to be certain. After all, once they became known as agents of the Terminus, it would be very difficult to change sides later if events turned them to that decision (especially considering that Aria intended to ask Orion to actively hunt the Council's 'shadow arm', the Spectres, should the group remain in her service.)

Hitting upon an idea, Aria suggested the following to the group; act as her envoys to the Council. The grace period for responding to their invitation was a month, more than sufficient time for them to get to the Citadel and back, and Gliriel was the natural choice to stand in for Aria. This would allow the group to move through the station as freely as would be possible, and infringe on the time of those there to ask questions. If, at the end of their visit, they wished to remain in Aria's service, she would be satisfied that they would not regret the decision later. And if they decided to side with the Council, she would respect that decision as well (though it could perhaps make Gliriel's relationship with the crew a little awkward.)

Released from Aria's presence, the group made their way back to the Stellar while Gliriel remained behind with Orion to discuss some manner of private business. Back at their vessel, Hope supervised the off-loading of Aria's cargo, and was drawn into a conversation with a dock-worker about their ship technology. It seemed that most ships in this region of space, Citadel or Terminus, used something called 'element zero' as both a power source and a FTL drive core, and without one they could not upgrade the Stellar's systems. Replacing the existing drive core with an 'eezo' one would be ludicrously expensive (and time-consuming), and while building an add-on for the ship to house the eezo core would cost less, it would provide an outward and costly target for enemies. Their ideas stalling, the mechanic remembered seeing a blueprint years ago that proposed a drive that used no element zero at all, yet still functioned on the principle of manipulating gravity to achieve FTL travel. Dredging through their on-hand computer database of designs, the mechanic found a copy of these blueprints and pulled them up; most of it was theoretical at best, but the core idea was remarkably similar to the CG-drive the Stellar already employed for sub-light travel. Intriguingly, the blueprint and attached file was written in English, and even more interesting was the author's signature at the bottom; Sarah Orion.

As Hope said; Well well well... :D

Re: Cytibor's Creations, Ideas and Innovations

Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2012 11:12 pm
by Cytibor
Hopefully my triple-post will be enough to sate you reader-folks out there, we'll be back next week hopefully.

Re: Cytibor's Creations, Ideas and Innovations

Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2012 2:11 pm
by Cytibor
Orion's Origins and Encountering the Idealist


April 2nd - 6th: After having Orion examine the blueprints bearing his surname, the group found out several things about their young companion; first, that he had written them and had another sign the bottom (explaining that this was because he had been a child at the time, and did not feel the design would be taken seriously unless it was put forward by an older person); and second, that he could not only build the FTL drive that the plans suggested, but make an improved version. With Hope's go-ahead and Gliriel's resources, the project was promptly put under way and by the morning of the 6th, completed to specifications.

With the Stellar finally sporting a Phase World equivalent FTL drive, the crew were eager to set out and test their new means of getting about in outer space; so much so that they set out almost immediately after the project was completed. With all systems performing as they should, however, the group's curiosity turned back to their young companion (prompted by his appearance on the bridge to remind Hope she had wanted to speak with him. ;))

[Rather than describe, I shall simply post it here for your perusal. And yes, it's a little long, I guess after a week or two of the session not materializing I got a bit long-winded. :D ]
Spoiler:
(Brightlance): "...why was your name, your Clan name I would assume, on that blue-print? You know Anglic, you seem to have a passing familiarity to huamnity, skewed as it may be. There is history here that I should be listening and learning. If one would speak of it. ...also I sense great dislike of this 'Council' in you."
(Mondo): *looks up in interest at Hope's query*
(GM_Orion): *He nods slowly, though does not seem surprised.* "I expected as much. Very well." *He settles on the floor at the rear of the bridge, producing a bowl of his usual fruit favourites to snack on while they speak.* "As you say; I am human, just as Sir Calvinus is. My appearance will be explained as I answer your other questions." *He takes a bit of pineapple.* "Orion, as you suspected, is my surname. I was born on the Citadel, but that is not my origin, nor that of my parents. There is... a story to that, which I expect you would wish to hear?"
(Mondo): *listens intently while monitoring the scanners*
(Brightlance): *nods* "we have under an hour, then another transfer. Please..."
(Iron_Wolf): *sets himself to listen, while his eyes are focused out the windows*
ChatBot: (Brightlance) rolls 1d100 and gets (34)=34.
(Brightlance): (cyberjacking skill made; linked AND listening...good tymez)
(GM_Orion): "Then I will recount the story as it was told to me." *He takes another bite of pineapple, and begins.* "My mother was born in a place called London, in a country known as England. She was an engineer by profession, and possessed sufficient talent to reach a certain level of notoriety in her chosen field. She was sent to the city of New York to work upon a project for an organization known as NEMA, and it was there that she met my father, who was working as a professor of literature at the local university. They married within several years of their meeting, and made a home for themselves on an island known as Manhatten, which was near to their places of employment." *He pauses to take another bite of pineapple, the juice soothing his throat as he speaks.* "They were happy at work and at home. They often spoke of those times with great fondness. But it was not to last."
(Iron_Wolf): *turns his attention fully to Orion as he spoke, head tilting a bit*
(GM_Orion): "Near to a holiday they referred to as 'Christmas', their world was torn down around them. An unknown disaster struck, sending the structures of the city crashing to the ground at the trembling of the earth, and destroying the sea-based trade of the city as the water first surged, then drew back away from the shore. Great waves began to pound the docks, and all was chaos and destruction. They lived near the island's centre, and saw all of this happening around them. They clung together and awaited the end, knowing there was nowhere to go. But when their home was struck by the disaster, it came in a new shape. A vast, blue tendril burst through the floor, and they fell into the chasm it left behind itself." *Another bite of pineapple.* "But they never reached its bottom. The energy of the line, somehow, had spirited them away to somewhere new. Somewhere unfamiliar. Somewhere alien."
(Mondo): *thinks to himself, 'his parents were alive during the Great Cataclysm...amazing.'*
(Brightlance): "The people of Terra call these things rifts...and the blue river is a ley-line. You describe the great cataclysm."
*eyes hood*
(GM_Orion): "My father had no language skills to communicate with aliens. My mother had no knowledge of engineering sufficient to comprehend their machinery. They were wholly without resource. But the Asari possess an ability to merge their consciousness with that of another, and one Asari took pity on them and did so. Understanding their situation, she used the bond to communicate with my parents, and help them through the months after their arrival. They learned Asari, the unofficial common tongue of the galaxy. But once the Asari could no longer afford to be away from her own life, the struggle began anew. They fought for every credit they earned. The Citadel had no official recognition of their race, and the politicians were unconcerned with two unknown beings. After all, the Citadel is the place where each race has an embassy, and it is difficult enough to advance the agenda of one's own race, let alone another."
(GM_Orion): "They each took every odd job they could find. They were lost, alone, and beginning to despair. But something new happened to sustain their hopes. And, approximately ten months after their arrival, that new something arrived. A baby boy, with blond hair and blue eyes. They named him Vega, after something they had read in a book about a star nearly as important as the sun around which Earth circled. They said he gave their life meaning." *He stops to change from pineapple to a banana.* "They pressed on as best they could, and achieved a semblance of the life they had had in Manhatten. But they did not want that life for their child. They wanted him to have a chance at a future with possibilities. So they adopted a strict learning regime for him, from a young age. He learned engineering from his mother, and received English instruction from his father. By the age of eight, he had grasped the fundamentals of both of these subjects."
(Brightlance): *internally alters 'Orions' eyes and hair to blue & blond...blinks a few times and then removes the visual overlay*
(Iron_Wolf): "Sounds kinda like what happened where I came from. Course I don't remember the cataclysm, but I am from shortly after that time as well."
(GM_Orion): *He shrugs almost to himself, finishing the banana.* "But it was not enough. An unknown alien with a prodigal learning ability is still an unknown alien. They sought out the Asari who had first helped them, but had to borrow money to do so. Money they could never hope to pay back. The loaner, a Volus, eventually realized that fact, and had his employees pay the boy's parents a visit." *He picks up a tangerine now, but does not peel or eat it.* "They beat his parents to death in front of him, as they had no orders to harm the child." *His grip tightens, slowly crushing the fruit in the palm of his hand.* "He sat on the floor, in their blood, and tried to wake them. Obviously, he could not. The men laughed, pleased with their sport." *His expression slowly warps and bends into a smile. A manic, gleeful, awful, hateful smile.* "The blood called to him. Had a power in it he did not understand. But that did not prevent him from using it. The Volus' men died, scorched by fire and electricity."
(Iron_Wolf): *shudders and backs up, almost against the window*
(GM_Orion): *He glances up, his eyes re-focusing on those he is speaking to, the smile fading back to his neutral expression.* "The blood and anger left its mark upon the boy. His angel-like hair became black, and his eyes became as red as the blood he drew power from. Vega Orion was as dead as his parents, from that day on. And here I am."
(Mondo): *looks up from the terminal, eyes wide*
(Brightlance): "The blood...it answered you didn't it?"
(GM_Orion): *He shrugs again.* "I did not know what it was, at the time. I am still not certain I do. But I have researched the subject since joining this crew. I know, now, of this 'Potential Psychic Energy', and how it exists in all life. How it doubles upon death. Perhaps that was what it was. Perhaps not. I do not know either way."
(Brightlance): Result of the throw of dice "1d100" :
20
(demon lore of 52)
"I would ask of you NOT to name names of power if one was revealed to you. Names have meaning and words have power." (22:55:23) (GM_Orion): "I do not know of any that I am aware of, but I will keep your advice in mind, Commander."
(Brightlance): "Thank you for your candor. It explains a lot." *looks out the window at FTL space*
"I have much to think on... I must consult with Gliriel at some point *waves hand dismissively* Oh not about your situation master Orion. No; I think things have gotten even more complicated in one aspect, but clearer to me as to what path should be flown."
(GM_Orion): *He nods.* "I am glad to have cleared up future misunderstandings. And if you are wondering; no, that was not how I came to be imprisoned. Citadel Security was unable to determine how the men had died. The Asari my parents had tried to find arrived, and took me away. I was placed in many 'foster' homes with Asari children. But I did not have their biotic ability. Did not have their ability to merge minds, nor their natural grace. And children, of any species, are cruel. Once I had learned mental discipline from their instructors, I took my leave of them, and found work on the docks. Unfortunately, some years later, the Volus moneylender came through. My command of my power had increased in the intervening years; I knew how to augment my strength. I crushed his skull with a single strike of a wrench." *Completely unbothered by this admittance.*
(Mondo): "That is...understandable..." *nods in agreement...seeming absent minded*
(Brightlance): "I take it this ...Volus, had friends in high-station?"
(GM_Orion): "I do not know. My case was brought before the Council, but they saw only an abomination prone to violent tendency. And that was all they were made to see, by the evidence." *He shrugs.* "I do not begrudge them their decision. I was dangerous, an unknown. I was to be locked away and forgotten."
(Iron_Wolf): "Well, to each their own."
(Brightlance): "..and then coincidentally Gliriel T'loak found out about you many years later."
(GM_Orion): *Orion realizes the mess in his hand exists, and wipes his hand off with a napkin.* "I imagine my story spread from the bars frequented by Citadel Security officers. Considering the details of my first murders were brought up during the trial, I imagine the T'Loaks were intrigued by my unknown power to kill."
*He puts the now-squashed orange in with the banana peel and pineapple-skin.* "At any rate; I believe I have given the Commander enough to mull over for now. I shall retreat to my quarters for the moment, by your leave."
(Brightlance): "As you were Orion."


With the young man out of the room, those remaining discussed their take on Orion; the consensus, understandably, was that they found him a little unnerving, but were also slowly growing more accustomed to him. Unsure of what exactly caused the shift in his appearance, they decided caution was the wisest route; as such transformations were usually the work of demonic individuals, though Orion had shown no signs of possession so far. Deciding nothing more could be guessed at this point, Hope mentioned to Gliriel that she wished to speak with her next, after transferring through the next Relay on their journey.

They were interrupted, however, upon arriving in the new star cluster (the Eagle Nebula, specifically.) They found a small group of converted fighters and shuttles probing the debris field orbiting the Relay, and this group, after assuming their formation, hailed the Stellar. They asked if the Stellar's crew wanted to fly with them for the time being, stating that they were bound for the Serpent Nebula (the group's destination also). Understandably cautious, the group tried to find out as much as they could about them before deciding, and were told that the small group was waiting for their fleet's leader before setting out. At the group's inquiry, they revealed their leader's name was 'Mogra Hazrik', (they also referred to him as 'The Idealist') which was a name Gliriel seemed to recognize. Apologizing, Hope decided to decline the invitation, and they made preparations to depart. The scavenger group expressed their disappointment, but wished the Stellar well on their journey; they also mentioned that their leader was due to arrive at any moment, and on-cue, he did; in his flagship heavy cruiser, no less. :angel:
http://www.wallpaperhd.org/wallpapers/starcraft_2_hyperion_battlecruiser-671.jpg

Assuming the scavengers were being honest about being peaceful, the group is fine. If not, well... crap. :?

Re: Cytibor's Creations, Ideas and Innovations

Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2012 2:33 pm
by DhAkael
Cytibor wrote:they also mentioned that their leader was due to arrive at any moment, and on-cue, he did; in his flagship heavy cruiser, no less. :angel:
http://www.wallpaperhd.org/wallpapers/s ... er-671.jpg

Assuming the scavengers were being honest about being peaceful, the group is fine. If not, well... crap. :?

Especially if the damned thing has a functional "Yammato Cannon" in that thar hammer-head nose. :shock: :?

Re: Cytibor's Creations, Ideas and Innovations

Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2012 8:36 pm
by taalismn
DhAkael wrote:
Cytibor wrote:they also mentioned that their leader was due to arrive at any moment, and on-cue, he did; in his flagship heavy cruiser, no less. :angel:
http://www.wallpaperhd.org/wallpapers/s ... er-671.jpg

Assuming the scavengers were being honest about being peaceful, the group is fine. If not, well... crap. :?

Especially if the damned thing has a functional "Yammato Cannon" in that thar hammer-head nose. :shock: :?


Word to the wise...stay out of the forward and aft arcs of big ships, especially if they're angling to bring EITHER to bear on you...they either have a big cannon aiming for you, or a honking big drive system that can serve quite ably AS a weapon.
If they're trying to parallel you...well, you gotta worry about big broadsides...

Re: Cytibor's Creations, Ideas and Innovations

Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2012 8:42 pm
by Cytibor
taalismn wrote:
DhAkael wrote:
Cytibor wrote:they also mentioned that their leader was due to arrive at any moment, and on-cue, he did; in his flagship heavy cruiser, no less. :angel:
http://www.wallpaperhd.org/wallpapers/s ... er-671.jpg

Assuming the scavengers were being honest about being peaceful, the group is fine. If not, well... crap. :?

Especially if the damned thing has a functional "Yammato Cannon" in that thar hammer-head nose. :shock: :?


Word to the wise...stay out of the forward and aft arcs of big ships, especially if they're angling to bring EITHER to bear on you...they either have a big cannon aiming for you, or a honking big drive system that can serve quite ably AS a weapon.
If they're trying to parallel you...well, you gotta worry about big broadsides...


Quick; we'll go under 'em! *Freezes as the ship deploys planet-bombardment weaponry on its belly.*
:eek: "OVERIMEANTOVER'EM!"
*The ship's topside is entirely covered in point-defence weaponry.*
"I... I don't... I just..." :? "Okay, new plan; we run!"
"Captain, they've deployed interceptor drones, they'll close on us before we can transfer to FTL travel."
Captain: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wyXiVkvETZw

Re: Cytibor's Creations, Ideas and Innovations

Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2012 10:55 pm
by taalismn
Cytibor wrote:[

Quick; we'll go under 'em! *Freezes as the ship deploys planet-bombardment weaponry on its belly.*
:eek: "OVERIMEANTOVER'EM!"
*The ship's topside is entirely covered in point-defence weaponry.*
"I... I don't... I just..." :? "Okay, new plan; we run!"
"Captain, they've deployed interceptor drones, they'll close on us before we can transfer to FTL travel."
Captain: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wyXiVkvETZw


"We got dial-a-prayer on the comms on this boat?!"
"...we're all atheists..."
"WELL, WE'RE GETTING RELIGION RIGHT NOW!"
"Ah, right,...which one?"
"WHICHEVER ONE GETS US OUT OF THIS MESS, THAT'S WHICH ONE!!!"

Re: Cytibor's Creations, Ideas and Innovations

Posted: Thu May 03, 2012 5:45 pm
by Cytibor
Arriving on the Citadel


April 6th (cont'd): The newly arrived heavy cruiser paid the group's ship little mind as it translated into the system and they used this opportunity to get underway before that position could be rethought. Unfortunately, an unexpected malfunction (read: several piloting skill failures :angel:) put them directly into the path of the now-accelerating ship, very nearly causing an interstellar traffic accident. With each ship narrowly avoiding the other, all involved took a moment's pause to restart their hearts; after which the larger ship, identifying as the 'Indomitable', established a comms channel to see what had happened.

A brief exchange followed, where the group were formally introduced to Commander Mogra Hazrik, the commanding officer of the Indomitable and leader of the scavenging fleet now in the larger ship's wake (though it was implied there were other elements of his group not present.) The man in question was polite and displayed a predisposition towards levity (particularly by Batarian standards.) Displaying a sense of honour, Hazrik also insisted on escorting the Stellar to its destination upon learning they were bound toward the Serpent Nebula, much to Hope's grudging acceptance (she had wanted to keep a low profile.)

With the bigger ship leading the way, they had no trouble reaching their destination, and soon had translated through to the Serpent Nebula; Citadel Space at last. Their first sensor-sweep revealed a blockade at the Relay consisting mostly of frigates and light cruisers, and Hope quickly maneuvered them past this obstacle by explaining their diplomatic purpose. The Stellar was allowed past on the understanding that they would report directly to the Citadel (and Council) without deviating course; the Indomitable and its fleet were left behind to negotiate their own passage with a polite farewell.

Arriving at the Citadel (after gawking at its size on-approach http://images.wikia.com/masseffect/images/5/50/NormandyCitadel2.jpg): the group gathered on the docks to start on their way to the Council's chambers (taking a moment for Hope to inform Orion that he was to be given an Engineering/R+D position after being cleared by the A.I. doctor as 'low risk'.) Met at the elevator by Executor Pallin (who was not thrilled to see Orion, nor Orion him) the group were escorted through the station and given the dime tour; they were informed that the Citadel was built by the Protheans (the same race responsible for the Mass Relays) and of several other relevant facts (the atmosphere extends to a maximum height of 7 meters, the layout of the Presidium -the station's inner ring-, etc.)

Directed to the Citadel Tower at the end of their tour, the group were whisked off upstairs to meet the Council. Making their introductions, they stepped forward...

And the conclusion of that... is tonight for my players and later in the week for the rest of ye. ;)
[Apologies if certain details were lackluster, s'been... a long, long day. -sigh- If anyone playing my game reads this and finds things missing, let me know.]

Re: Cytibor's Creations, Ideas and Innovations

Posted: Thu May 03, 2012 6:33 pm
by taalismn
"...and it's entirely possible that our entire spacefaring civilization may be one day served up as lunch for giang biomechanical spaceships. You?"
"Either enslaved by giant slime-dripping eyeballs masquerading as gods, or devoured by Infernal demons and dyvals masquerading as...well, demons and dyvals. Say, there a good place to eat around here? Dimensional travel leaves me famished!"

Re: Cytibor's Creations, Ideas and Innovations

Posted: Thu May 10, 2012 4:17 pm
by Cytibor
A Council Meeting and, Apparently, a Family Reunion?


April 6th (contd): The group's first meeting with the Citadel Council was... interesting. The Turian and Salarian representatives did not say a great deal; the former piping up with various critical comments or tactical appraisals and the latter only remarking once on the group's political strategy of keeping themselves open to negotiation but still supporting Aria T'Loak. The Asari representative took the fore, but despite her best efforts the meeting was not as smooth as she would have liked. The group, seeking information on subjects they were keen on, were disappointed when their asking about some of their old foes ("changers of the thread of life, ancient warriors of metal with the faces of death, and avatars and followers of evil made manifest") was met not only with a negative answer, but ridicule. The Council's space (and much of the rest of the galaxy by the way they were speaking of it) believes purely in science and considered these things to be 'myths', even going so far as to suggest perhaps they could help the group's home planet shed some of their 'superstitions'.

Not pleased at being taken lightly, Hope maneuvered the conversation onto a new route: securing permission for them to visit some of the Council race's home-worlds to study their history (to see if these old foes had cropped up before, since the present-day descendants of their races were being less than helpful.) The Council explained it would take them some time to deliberate on it, but they did not see any immediate reason as to why their request would be denied. Thanking them for that, the group decided it was time to go; before they could make it from the chambers, however, they realized Orion had not moved. He asked the room in general whether he could 'enlighten' the Council as to their ignorance, but the group managed to talk him out of an angry demonstration of things the Council would not understand. (The young man had been prodded and belittled by the Turian representative in particular during the meeting.)

Withdrawing from the Council chambers, the Council Tower and even the Presidium, the group made their way into one of the Wards (the term for the five city-bearing arms of the station.) Finding a lounge that served food and drink suitable for their biology, they took a private booth to discuss matters (Hope even offering to take Gliriel back to Earth and away from the politics and imminent war of this part of the galaxy. Gliriel had no immediate answer, saying she would think on it.) Orion, needing to vent his frustration, took to the lounge's dance-floor, not as a mover or shaker, but taking over the DJ's position to pound out a heavier beat than the alien musics that had been in use before. As the group continued their discussions (theorizing on some of Orion's past, such as how his magic could have its origins in a form of Necromancy), however, Mondo realized that their young friend had not returned, despite his turn being long over. Looking around the lounge, they found no trace of him and their concern began to mount; surprisingly, Gliriel decided they would NOT go look for him, stating it was better to trust him and let him come back on his own.

After half an hour, however, it was becoming increasingly difficult to sit still. Mondo, again proving sharp-sighted, spotted a pair of slightly odd but definitely human individuals outside the lounge watching them. As soon as he noticed them, they began to leave, and Iron Wolf went in pursuit of them, sending a signal back to the others when he reached the end of their trail. Pretending to leave casually, the group met him there and saw he had lost sight of them at a sealed-off segment of the Ward. Activating the holo-terminal, they were greeted by a Virtual Intelligence designated as 'Aveena' who explained that the area had been quarantined after a classified event twelve years prior. She then began to act strangely...
[Excerpted. :angel: ]
Spoiler:
"Alert; this area is quarantined as a result of a series of complaints in the district following a -CLASSIFIED BY ORDER OF CITADEL SECURITY- approximately twelve years ago. None are permitted to pass this security gate until these parameters are rescinded. I am to assure all passersby that renovations and clean up will begin as soon as time allows. I have also been instructed to...to...tooooooo-" *She trails off, flickering and glitching, before straightening up.* "New programming received; I am to instruct all that the security gate must not be breached. The family reunion must not be disturbed. The reunion must not be disturbed. The reunion..." *She continues repeating herself in a stage whisper, seemingly caught in some kind of a loop.*
*With the glitching V.I. caught in her unsettling feedback loop providing background noise, the group is surprised as the gate begins to open of its own accord; a nauseating feeling spreads from it, seeming to claw at their hearts with icy fingers. A dull, dreary segment of the district is exposed before them; there are no lights like the rest of the area. No people. No shops. No... noise. It's almost like an entirely different place, except... exactly the same. The unsettling feeling persists as the sight sinks in; the glitching Aveena, who's image now has her torso facing the wrong direction and her mouth located somewhere in her forehead, smiles her pleasant smile, and speaks with a voice alternating between sickly sweet and raspingly hoarse.* "Do come in; we love having our company for dinner."


Do pass the gravy, won't you? :demon:

Re: Cytibor's Creations, Ideas and Innovations

Posted: Thu May 10, 2012 6:18 pm
by taalismn
Pass the tactical nuclear handgrenades please?
And top off my glass of napalm?
Thank you.

Re: Cytibor's Creations, Ideas and Innovations

Posted: Thu May 17, 2012 2:44 pm
by Cytibor
Cry Havoc and Let Slip the... Hound?


April 6th contd: Passing by the security gate, the group proceeded into the derelict-looking district. The more alert members heard the faintest traces of almost child-like giggling, but all readied themselves for battle.

None was forthcoming. Even as they reached the centre of the 'street' there were no shouts of ambush or shots fired. Just the ethereal giggling circling them, coming from every house and still managing to seem like it emanated from any domicile they focused on. It was at this time that the group noticed Gliriel's absence. The unarmoured elf had remained at the rear of the group, near to Iron Wolf and Mondo's power-armoured form, but was there no longer.

Using her advanced sensory functions, Hope traced the rapidly fading heat signature to one of the derelict residences. With Mondo covering the door, she crashed through the window to secure the element of surprise. Surprise that, it turned out, belonged to a haughty Gliriel. Agitated at having been given a shock, she answered in her 'haughty princess' style before heading back outside to stand with IW (at Hope's request.) Checking the house again, Hope left, but could not shake the feeling she had that all was not well.

Ranging a little ahead, Mondo was investigating a house that had taken on the bulk of the ghostly giggling, but his (unsuccessful) attempts at stealth drew the attention of one of the house's occupants; a little human boy, with blond hair, blue eyes and a British accent. Asking what Mondo was doing, the knight felt a little embarrassed and did his best to move the subject matter along; the little boy revealed a party was under way inside and that the group could come in if they wanted. He also showed a ring he claimed was a present from his mother, that looked suspiciously like the ring Orion had made for himself.

Accepting the child's invitation, though cautiously, the group headed inside. There they saw the blond-haired woman and brown-haired man they had originally followed. They did not introduce themselves, but asked the group to sit and be comfortable. Asking about the family, the parents mentioned that they had two children, one who was not feeling well at present. The little boy who was present identified himself as 'Vega', and the parents confirmed that the family's surname was indeed Orion. Asking about the boy's brother, it was revealed he was about twenty years of age, the same as the Orion the group usually associated with, and that his name was also Vega (which the parents seemed not to realize or remark on.)

During this time, Iron Wolf had begun growing antsy and had attempted to leave the room. Curiously, he never seemed to make it past the doorway. He would exit the room, then reappear at the door facing inwards, as though he had turned around and walked back. At about the third time he found himself back at the kitchen, Hope decided to test a suspicion of hers; switching to Elven, she remarked on the elder Vega's age being odd. The parents of course had no idea what she had said, and Hope apologized, but remarked that Gliriel seemed to have forgotten her people's mother tongue. (A bluff, since Gliriel was raised on Omega and never was presented the opportunity to LEARN Elven.) 'Gliriel' remarked that she understood her fine, and Hope pounced upon the imposter immediately.

With Iron Wolf, frustrated from his lack of success with the hallway, menacing the family, Hope began to interrogate the fake Gliriel for information, beginning by impaling her through the shoulder. Initially very unhelpful, the imposter revealed that she was dying from the mega-damage injury (her system going into shock from damage and blood-loss) and had decided to mock the group for her final words. Unfortunately for her, Mondo had his trauma kit handy and was able to apply first aid to stop the bleeding.

The family, meanwhile had convinced Iron Wolf that they might not be part of this, appearing very frightened and confused. Iron Wolf, insisting that their hallway WAS deliberately trapping them, allowed them to see for themselves. The family, doing as instructed, walked through the doorway and did NOT return, though whether this was deliberate trickery or just the house allowing others to leave was unclear.

With the false Gliriel stabilized and ready for further interrogation, Hope and Mondo began plying her for information. She revealed that they were no longer on the Citadel-proper, and had not been since entering with young-Vega. When asked where exactly the portal connected to, not-Gliriel seemed unable to name it, instead describing how it came about.

Spoiler:
(GM_Orion): "A p-portal to... to..." *She can't quite seem to force it out.* "There was no reflection here, until they came. They brought traces of the dark with them unwittingly... it grew, grew until this became the gateway! I am nothing... just an awakened... servant."


Pressing to find out who had made the portal, or at least who controlled it, Hope prompted the fake to continue.

Spoiler:
(GM_Orion): "The reflection had only just begun when it was shattered. Two became awakened as those they had been cast by ceased to be; they awakened the others. And then... he came." *Her voice drops to a whisper at the word 'he'.* "From the original reflection. Carried by he who was made on the Dark Day, perhaps, like a second reflection. He took control; became ruler of this world as it grew. Saw a chance to replace some of they who walked in the light; baited one here with memory and the rest with curiosity."


[Iron Wolf, meanwhile, had descended into a frenzy of sorts, taking his frustrations out on the walls with his vibro-blades. He discovered two things: one, that the walls self-repaired; and two, that they bled as he cut them. Rather than finding this disgusting, it seemed almost to serve as a form of catharsis for the 'borg.]

As Hope was grilling the fake for information on the real Orion and Gliriel's locations, the group caught their first breath of good luck: the original Gliriel, irate at having been captured and hauled off in the first place, arrived in the doorway, cursing and acting basically like the Gliriel they knew. Hope moved so the newcomer could see who it was that was pinned to the floor; interestingly, the fake Gliriel actually growled upon seeing the genuine article, as if some instinct was spurring her into aggression.

Seeing this prompted a realization from Hope, who knew very suddenly what it was they were dealing with; a Doppelganger. Stepping back and filtering out other audio sources, she immediately tried to track for other noises inbound, but her senses picked up nothing, which could either be either a good or very bad thing.

Gliriel, already quite angry at having been 'trussed up like a Varran in a trap', was in the process of brandishing her sword at her Doppelganger and threatening her with various forms of torture unless the fake gave up the information as to the real Orion's location. The Doppelganger, unfortunately, had other ideas; using the biotic (physical psionics, basically) powers that Gliriel was also capable of using to telekinetically seize Gliriel's sword, impaling herself through the heart. (Full ISP expenditure, over 400 pounds of force used at the speed of thought; she wasn't taking any chances. :eek:)

Hope explained what she knew of this place to her comrades; that it was the 'land of night' and how any living person could have a duplicate wandering around in it. Iron Wolf, expressing that he would enjoy fighting himself for a challenge, felt the floor under his metal feet beginning to warp and twist; looking down to investigate the cause of it, he was unaware when the wall behind him abruptly peeled open. A metallic skeleton reared up from the rupture in the wall, wielding a dark, bladed spear and raked the 'borg across the back before stepping into the room proper. One of the 'Hounds' that Hope had been expressing concern about.

A fight quickly ensued, one that did not seem to favour the group. Despite their best efforts, the Hound seemed to shrug off their attacks, be it from blade, laser or psi-sword; the monster even went so far as to shatter one of Iron Wolf's vibro-blades after the 'borg accidentally cracked it against his own leg during one of his frenzied attacks. The Hound set to carving deep gashes through Iron Wolf's exterior 'borg armour, all the while parrying the bulk of the others' attacks (even cutting a table in half when Hope threw it at him :shock:).

The situation stands thus: The single Hound, without any pack to support it, is charred from laser fire and sporting 'scars' in its metal from Iron Wolf's, Hope's AND Mondo's constant attacks but it still stands ready for combat. Gliriel, sitting the fight out, is concentrating, though the group has not had the chance to ask what she hopes to achieve. Orion is still missing, as are the Doppelgangers of his parents and 'little' Vega. Things are looking like they could go either way. Keep your fingers crossed for the gang tonight, folks. ;)

Re: Cytibor's Creations, Ideas and Innovations

Posted: Thu May 24, 2012 1:31 pm
by Cytibor
Darker Than Noir


April 6th (contd): Continuing their duel with the Hound, the group decided it was about time to fall back. Unfortunately, Iron Wolf received a sharp blow to the head, causing an emergency diagnostic to engage; leaving the 'borg a lump of metal on the ground for all the combat potential he was able to bring to the situation (player was away for the evening. ;))

Gliriel, demonstrating how the group could escape, walked out through the 'impassable' hallway, explaining that it would not send you back to the start of itself as long as you did not look back to see how far you had come. (Basically an optical illusion with a twist; makes itself look impossibly long so you check to see how far you've come, get warped back, then become paranoid and keep checking from then on, forever landing yourself in the kitchen. :angel:) Knowing it would be virtually impossible to face forwards while dragging Iron Wolf, Hope decided another route was preferable. Turning her lasers against the wall, she blew a hole through it; through with she could see only darkness. Deciding it was worth the risk, she began to drag her heavy comrade's inert form toward it while Mondo engaged the Hound in an attempt to keep it busy. Unfortunately, the Hound proved more difficult to keep at bay than they had hoped; striking two heavy blows against Hope while Mondo attempted to waylay it. Jumping on the thing's back, Mondo tried to impale it through the head with a psi-sword, but missed his strike. Countering, the Hound fit the blade of its spear between its own metallic ribs and thrust backward, driving Mondo off of his back and onto the floor, gasping for breath.

Peculiarly, the Hound then paused in the midst of the conflict as if listening and abruptly took its leave, stalking out through the hallway Gliriel had used. Not looking a gift horse in the mouth, the group bailed through the hole they had made; finding themselves literally spit out through the wall and back into the 'street' outside, not far from Gliriel's present location. There they witnessed something odd; a mirror set on a large circular section of raised ground, like a dais. Through the mirror they could see Orion's child-like Doppelganger, but he was not present on their side to cast the reflection. The Hound, making its arrival, vaulted over Gliriel and Orion's Parent-Doppelgangers to land on the dais as well. Not sure what the metallic thing was doing, the group decided to gather some more information from Mr. and Mrs. Orion.

Asking if their Orion was in this shadowy realm, the answer was 'yes and also no.' The Doppelgangers explained that he had never been 'allowed' into the realm at all because his connection to the realm (whatever that meant) was troublesome and his weapon was dangerous to them (despite the group never seeing him wielding any weapon that was definitively 'his', except possibly his magic.) They informed them that, when Orion had entered the area, they had not activated their portal and so he remained on the 'proper' Citadel; simply going on his way, never knowing what mirror-verse he narrowly missed. They had activated their portal for the group, using the Aveena terminal's holographic projector as their mirror (their reasoning being that the hologram was projected by making a reflective surface in the air, allowing them to approximate a mirror.)

During this time, the Hound had taken up a position on the dais facing the mirror, and the circular area had begun to rotate, slowly; as it did so, they saw child-Vega come into sight on the far side, briefly giving them a side-profile view of the Hound on one side of the mirror and the little boy on the other. As it continued to turn, the Hound's physical body was obscured from their sight by the mirror, but its image remained on the glass. Rotating further, it did not appear on the opposite side and as it went full-circle, the boy, too, vanished into the mirror.

Continuing their discussion, the Doppelganger's explained that, in the 'real' 'verse, the street area they were in did not exist; it was the spot where Orion's home used to be, but they had 'distorted' the reflection of the area to make it larger. Mentioning that their world was not very large, yet, they did not seem concerned for its continued existence because they were protected by two things; the first was the Citadel Council's ignorance, never wanting to believe in anything their science could not validate; the second thing ("Me." being the answer) was revealed by a new voice. The dais, completing its rotations, now bore two individuals; one was an adult version of the child-Vega, now Orion's age but retaining his blond hair and blue eyes. The other was a child version of the Orion the group knew, complete with black hair and his instantly recognizable eyes. It was the child that had spoken.

[Excerpted because a recap just wouldn't be the same. ;)]

Spoiler:
(GM_Orion): *The child Orion watches them, his crimson eyes almost dancing with a savage glee.* "It is remarkable the things you can appreciate once you have been liberated from the singular mind and focus of an automaton. When I fought you inside, there was no enjoyment. No thought other than to slay those not of the Dark. But now..." *A shiver passes through his small frame from head to toes, the smile widening.* "I had thought it would be revolting to be... shall we say 'connected' to a human's mentality, but I find myself revising that opinion." *He snaps his fingers, and the 'adult' Vega lifts him onto his shoulders, saying nothing. From his now greater-height, the child continues, focusing on the group one at a time.* "Tell me; do you understand what has happened here, before your eyes? I understand you wish to leave; I smell your unease, your distrust of this place, your... dare I say it, your fear... But surely you still appreciate the value of what has transpired? Its meaning?"
(Hope): "A breach has occurred between two realms; Ours and the realm of the formless and the Nightkings or whatever they call-themselves."
(GM_Orion): *He laughs, a cold sound without joy but full of amusement.* "Oh, I do not mean the state of things here. No, I trusted that you would understand the nature of the portal between this place and the Citadel. No, I am referring to myself, and my aggravatingly human-esque companion here." *Knocking the 'adult' Vega on the head while mentioning him, the Doppelganger says nothing, but winces.* "Surely you are curious? There was a child Doppelganger, which is quite rare if you weren't aware, and a Hound; and now there are neither."
(Mondo): "You and the Hound are one?!"
(Hope): "Speaking in riddles becomes tiresome; speak plain dark-one."
(Mondo): "What are you?" *still holding the unconscious IW*
(GM_Orion): "As you wish. As one of my witless subordinates has already mentioned to you, this place came into being because a shard of Dark Day was brought far from Earth, far from the Nightlands proper. It was carried in the reflection of a child conceived upon Dark Day itself, when disaster came and the walls between dimensions were given doorways. At first only a child and his parents were reflected; but the parents were killed and the shock jolted their Doppelgangers into self-awareness. They knew what they were. And what they were not. They attempted to wake their child, but found they did not need to; as the one who cast the reflection's mind shattered, so too did the child's ignorance. But the shard of Dark Day remained, and was given form, both in your world and here." *The warped smile is parted by a chuckle.* "Tell me; did you never find it intriguing how bloodthirsty your 'Orion' could be? How single minded on his hunts? How very... Hound-like certain parts of him were? But... he was only human and he could not become anything but what he was. A Hound was what was reflected in the Mirror, but as mirrors are won't to do, his power was opposite to us. Opposite and loathsome. Magic." *He shudders.* "Something even we cannot ignore. And worst of all; magic able to imbue mundane objects with new purpose, like breathing life into the lifeless. Disgusting."
(Hope): "Continue taunting us child. Please do so; it will cleanse my soul-spark of any guilt in removing you utterly from all universes."
(GM_Orion): "So, to answer your question, sir knight..." *The child snaps his fingers and the Doppelganger sets him back down. He walks toward the group, before his shape shudders and shifts, suddenly as tall as he had been on the Doppelganger's shoulders; a metallic skeleton but with much larger horns on its helmet, and a red light in each eye-socket. He does, however, retain the scar-like mark given to the Hound they had fought by Hope's vibro-slasher.* "He is a human capable of casting two reflections; I am both of them."
(Mondo): :eek:
(Gliriel): "By the Goddess...."
(Hope): *drops the wulf borg and quickdraws from her vector-trap.her short rail-lance*
"Thank you."
-KraboomKraboomKraboomKraboom-

[Math and die-rolling and such excluded. Suffice it to say: two crits, a hit and only one dodge. Quite the barrage. :D]

(23:13:49) (Mondo): *Picks up IW and puts him over his shoulder* "We need an exit now!!!"
(GM_Orion): *The skeletal monster is still there when the shots end.* "Now that was not terribly polite of you, was it?" *He reaches back, hand digging into the Doppelganger Vega's stomach. Blood pours down the monster's wrist as it digs in, before seizing ahold of something at about mid-forearm depth; presumably the spine. The Doppelganger abruptly begins to wither.* "Pardon me for a moment; absorbing what's left of my inheritance." *The young man withers away to nothing; the damage on the Hound-body visibly healing as it does. When he's done, all that remains is the skeleton, which re-assembles itself into the shaft and head of a dark-spear; the blade seems to form all on its own out of the darkness permeating the area.* "Now that's better."
(Hope): "Back the way we came..."
(Gliriel): "Umm...yeah..." *and heads off and away, quickly, she seems quite shaken at that*
(Mondo): *Turns and follows Gliriel, IW firmly on his shoulders*
(GM_Orion): *The abomination takes a few long strides, placing himself in front of Mondo, who is laden with IW and unable to speedily react.*
*The newly formed spear flashes out, hooking beneath Mondo's helmet, grating beneath it as it trips the catch; the... thing then flips it off of his head, repositioning the blade to rest against the knight's nose.* "It seems to me that, after being such terribly rude guests, I owe you some manner of turn in kind, no?" *The tip of the blade comes to rest just below his left eye.* "What do you think?"
(Mondo): "Forgive me, my rudeness" *then spits in his face* ChatBot: (Mondo) rolls 1d100 and gets (77)=77. *raises the blaster, and yet again nothing happens*
(GM_Orion): *The skeletal face splits into a grin, the metal screeching as it does; real teeth are visible beneath its metal exterior, oozing blood as the metal skin is peeled away from what lies beneath.* "I do believe I will accept that as an agreement on your part. I believe I will accept my payment, as well."
*The blade inches forward, digging into Mondo's skin beneath the eye before jerking up, carving a neat cut from mid-cheek to forehead; through his eye.* "How delightful... we share the same scar, now."
(Mondo): "AAAGGHHHHHH!" *backs up, still holding IW on his shoulders*
(Gliriel): "STOP THIS! STOP STOP STOP! Even YOU can't be this cruel! YOU CAN'T BE!" *she must be seeing something different here*
(Hope): Hope seeing an opening, nods and then opens fire directly to the beasts face
-Kraboom-
*smiles grimly*
(GM_Orion): *The spear flashes around, striking the barrel of the gun and knocking it down so the shot burns into the ground.* "Let us not be hasty. You know you cannot defeat me alone; your companions are certainly in no shape to face me. My payment has been exacted and I am satisfied for now." *Red-orbs turn to Gliriel.* "You may exit if you do so immediately."
(Gliriel): "All of us?"
(Hope): "Sadly... NOPE" *grins*
*Runs side ways and then targets NOT the hound-leader, but the mirror he stepped from*
(GM_Orion): *The metal plates re-fasten themselves over the gory mess beneath.* "Yes." *Watches Hope.* "Though I must admit my patience is reaching its limit."
(GM_Orion): *The mirror explodes, and the abomination remains. It looks at her, seemingly unimpressed.* "The merge is complete. I hold what remains of his Doppelganger in my hands as a weapon; did you truly think the mirror we made use of would matter now?" *He shrugs, walking toward one of the houses.* "You have until I make it inside to exit, or you will be trapped here until such time as I decide you may leave again."
(Gliriel): "Come on, let's go! Pick your battles, and this one is not for now"
(Mondo): *With IW on his shoulders, Mondo looks up, half his face a bloody mess* "We shall meet again...I swear!" *then carrying IW follows Gliriel*
(Hope): *Returns the rail lance back and hauls up Ironwulf and helps support Mondo; reaching for the auto-med system and dosing him with stim and pain meds*
(Mondo): "Thank you commander...but i am ok..." *tasting his blood as it runs down his face*
(GM_Orion): *They reach the 'gate' just as the monster opens the door, and pass through almost exactly as he does; they find themselves incredibly happy to see the lights of the real Wards again when they emerge. True to the abomination's word; they have returned and the 'real' gate behind them remains unopened. The Aveena terminal, projecting a reflective surface, ceases to function and powers down.*


Punctuating the encounter by destroying the Aveena terminal (and giving their new enemy a name, too. 'Noir' was Gliriel's suggestion, as it is Orion when viewed in a mirror, if you subtract the only capital letter), Hope and Mondo set Iron Wolf down against the wall while Gliriel tried to convince them to look for the real Orion, apparently concerned for his safety. Finally consenting, Hope entrusted Mondo with her 'lance weapon and went with Gliriel, determined not to split the group up again. Entering, they saw the house was barren (likely 'cleaned' by looters of C-Sec years ago) but a few marks of recent passage were there (a wall that had been used to measure a child's growth had a new mark cut into the wall at an adult's height.) Proceeding all the way in, they found Orion inside, a little surprised to see them but apparently unharmed and unaware of the situation.

Giving him the short version of what had happened to them, he exited the house with them so they could get Mondo to a doctor as quickly as possible; Gliriel explaining things in more detail as they went. Upon hearing of the 'mirror-world', he revealed that he knew of 'other' versions of himself; he explained that, after his parents died, he was no longer able to see a mirror as he once had. He could see a reflection of the things around him, certainly, but it was often warped, darkened or otherwise bent. At times he saw himself in it with blond hair; and, occasionally, with a black, metal skeleton standing in the background. Realizing that it was his own reflections that had taken Mondo's eye, he apologized to the knight and went ahead to lead the group back to the Stellar, seeming to want to think alone as well. (To Gliriel's disappointment, seeming displeased as he left their conversation.)

Arriving back on the ship, the crew got Mondo and Iron Wolf to the med-bay as quickly as possible, while Legion informed Hope of an odd piece on their security tapes; viewing the footage, she saw one of the mirrors in the hygiene/washroom area had been fogged up as though from steam, and was being written on, one letter at a time.
-N-O-I-R- -H-A-S- -A- -N-I-C-E- -R-I-N-G- -T-O- -I-T- -S-L-E-E-P- -W-E-L-L- -I-F- -Y-O-U- -C-A-N-
Hope is installing the steel mesh over the mirrors as we speak, I think. :demon: And can Orion actually see the Nightlands when he looks in a mirror? It would certainly explain why the Doppelgangers mentioned he was troublesome for them... the group has certainly got a mess on their hands now, though. The Council's just going to love this. -sigh-

Re: Cytibor's Creations, Ideas and Innovations

Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 8:23 am
by Ooraka
Well, seems like I missed a good chunk of stuff. Kinda sad I missed the fight, but then again, prolly best I got knocked out. Might've attacked an innocent. :P

Re: Cytibor's Creations, Ideas and Innovations

Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2012 2:07 am
by Cytibor
Apologies for the delay, folks. This week's session was put off, but we'll be returning next week and boy do you have things to look forward to in the recap of last week's. ;)
Murder; intrigue; a psychotic breakdown! It's good, wholesome entertainment at it's finest. :demon:

And as for next week (for you players of mine trying to get a look at what's coming) all I can say is: tattoos. Yes. That's right. Tattoos will be a thing. (I will leave you to wonder if they will be of the Atlantean variety or not, though I urge you to consider where we are before deciding on that for yourself. :angel:)